And since she was final y the right height, and before he
could say whatever he intended to say, she wrapped her
legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and
stuck her tongue in his mouth.
Because real y, the man never should have admitted he
loved her.
She leaned away. “Wel , are you going to kiss me back
or not?”
“What, ye find yourself needing a little encouragement?”
“No, I need cooperation.” She leaned her forehead on his
and sighed. “Okay, if you real y were serious about wanting
me to start asking for help, there is something I’ve been
having a hard time doing … al by myself.”
“And that would be?”
“Wel , I’ve tried … um, pleasuring myself, but it’s just not
the sa—”
Peg couldn’t tel if his roar meant she’d better shut up
and prepare herself for his cooperation or if she’d just
unleashed the real y scary man who’d been driving her SUV
earlier. But her first clue arrived when his mouth came down
on hers in anything but cooperation; harsh, demanding, and
so ful of promise that Peg felt her insides clench in
anticipation. The next clue that she’d unleashed more red-
blooded male than she might be able to handle was when
she felt herself fal ing backward into the water, the weight of
his body pushing her al the way down to the sandy bottom
of the pool.
She was pretty sure warm-water bass could hold their
breaths as long as trout could—that is, until Duncan broke
the kiss and slid down and cupped both her breasts,
sucking first one nipple and then the other right there at the
bottom of the pool in four feet of water. Peg’s shout of
surprise released a good amount of air from her lungs, and
her moan ended with a frantic struggle to find a way to
replace it.
His hands spanned her waist and pushed her to the
surface, where she gave another shout of surprise when his
mouth pressed intimately between her thighs and his
tongue pushed into the folds of her sex. She went boneless
on a moan of pleasure, and would have slipped beneath
the surface again if he hadn’t been holding her. One of his
hands lowered to her hip so he could control her
movements and one arm slid between her thighs to lift one
leg, al owing him better access as he splayed a hand
across her lower back to keep her from fal ing over.
Peg clung to his shoulders to brace herself when he
found her sensitive bud and suckled, gently at first then
quite eagerly, making her insides clench again and her
mouth go dry in response. He was going to drown. She was
drowning in desire. His tongue drove into her and then he
suckled again.
She heard whimpering, raw and needy and ragged, and
Peg tugged at his head so he’d come up and breathe with
her. But just like the man in her SUV, he was relentless,
pushing wave after building wave of searing heat through
every cel in her body, until the world receded but for his
demanding mouth as it drove her closer and closer toward
release. His hand slid between her thighs again and Peg
cried out when he slipped two fingers deep inside her. Her
muscles clamped around them and she bucked forward,
climaxing with a cry of unbelievable pleasure.
She was nothing but a trembling, jerking,
convulsing, boneless mess when he final y surfaced, his
hands spanning her waist as he pushed her backward
towards shore. God, he wasn’t even winded, and she was
stil trying to catch her breath. Her back had barely touched
the sandy bank when he was pressing into her; no
hesitation, no request for permission, no testing her
readiness.
His penetration wasn’t careful, but neither was it rushed;
his mouth capturing her startled cry as he pushed deeper.
Peg clutched his shoulders bunched with undeniable
strength and turned her mouth away to suck in ragged
breaths as she tried to adjust to his invasion.
He moved his arms next to her head to hold her looking
at him, his eyes dark and intense and locked on hers as he
eased back and she relaxed, and he pushed into her again.
Her nipples hardened as his chest hair brushed over them
with each stroke of his body, pushing, then retreating, then
pushing deeper into her with each thrust.
“Again,” he commanded. “So I can watch ye this time.”
Peg forgot al about breathing, admittedly a little scared
by his intensity.
“Again,” he repeated, obviously fighting to soften his …
request.
He leaned away—somehow without breaking his slow,
maddening rhythm—and slid one hand under one of her
legs to settle it over his arm, effectively changing his angle
of penetration. “Oh God, don’t stop,” she groaned, throwing
her head back, which in turn lifted her aching breasts into
his chest, each of his thrusts pul ing her closer to that
spiraling vortex of shattering pleasure.
She cried out when his other hand lowered, his
palm scorching her stomach as his thumb pressed into her
folds and found her bud. He worked her intimately against
the slick length of his shaft moving in and out, and within the
next heartbeat Peg crested again, her fingers digging into
his arms in a futile attempt to keep from flying in a thousand
different directions.
His thrusts stopped with him buried deep inside her even
as his thumb continued stroking her through the storm of
her climax, his gaze locked on hers as she convulsed
around him two, five, eight pounding heartbeats. Ten.
Twelve.
And then he exploded in motion, placing his elbows on
either side of her head as he drove into her again, his lips
brushing her forehead and his chest hair roughening her
super-sensitive nipples. And al Peg could do was cling to
him through his own climax, knowing with blinding clarity
that she was in real y big trouble.
With the both of them lying mostly in the warm water of the
pool, Duncan kept as much of his weight off Peg as he
could while remaining embedded deeply inside her,
considering every muscle in his body felt like lead as he lay
his forehead on the ground beside hers and sucked in
ragged breaths.
Her ancestor’s curse wasn’t going to kil him, but she
might.
Christ, he’d lost it completely when she’d asked for his
help with a little problem she was having; the picture of Peg
lying in her feminine room in a smal bed in the dark
touching herself igniting a firestorm in him that Duncan was
afraid wouldn’t be brought under control, much less
extinguished, in his lifetime. He’d taken her boldly when
she’d unwittingly brought forth his need to claim her in a
way that would leave no question in her mind that she
belonged to him.
He smiled at the sand, wondering if she recognized yet
that they’d only just begun. He slowly lifted his head to find
her big, unblinking eyes staring up at him, her soft, lush
chest heaving into his as her trembling hands pressed
against his shoulders on the misguided notion she could
hold him at bay. He pressed his hips forward, her eyes
widening with a gasped moan of surprise.
“I would have ye come again,” he said quietly.
“Are … are you serious?”
He slid an arm under her shoulders, which canted her
head back. “Again,” he growled, setting his mouth on her
throat and pressing his tongue to her pulse.
She shifted restlessly beneath him, her soft shriek of
alarm making him smile as he moved his mouth lower,
leaving a trail of quivering flesh in its wake as he pressed
his hips forward. Her second shriek ended on a moan as
he felt her dig her heels into the sand to lever herself into
his slow thrusts, and he heard her whisper, “Ohmigod,
you’re serious,” just as he felt her clenching around him with